Watching as the glass shatters...waiting for you to come...waiting for you to see...to see what is in front of your face...why? Why must u kill the soul inside me...does it make you feel better? Does it make you feel bigger? As I lie on the ground...in a pile of glass...I look up...I watch...I see...as my soul descends from my body...into the darkness of the house...I watch myself drift into the emptiness...the emptiness that should be no more...but you brought it back...you cleared it out...empty...empty...empty once again
